Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.